The Sniper, by W.D. Cocker
Two hundred yards away he saw his head;He raised his rifle, took quick aim and shot him.Two hundred yards away the man dropped dead;With bright exulting eye he turned and said,'By Jove, I got him!'And he was jubliant; had he not wonThe meed of praise his comrades haste to pay?He smiled; he could not see what he had done;The dead man lay two hundred yards away.He could not see the dead, reproachful eyes,The youthful face which Death had not defiledBut had transfigured when he claimed his prize.Had he seen this perhaps he had not smiled.He could not see the woman as she weptTo the news two hundred miles away,Or through his very dream she would have crept.And into all his thoughts by night and day.Two hundred yards away, and, bending o'erA body in a trench, rough men proclaimSadly, that Fritz, the merry is no more.(Or shall we call him Jack? It's all the same.)
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The Sniper, by W.D. Cocker
Two hundred yards away he saw his head;He raised his rifle, took quick aim and shot him.Two hundred yards away the man dropped dead;With bright exulting eye he turned and said,'By Jove, I got him!'And he was jubliant; had he not wonThe meed of praise his comrades haste to pay?He smiled; he could not see what he had done;The dead man lay two hundred yards away.He could not see the dead, reproachful eyes,The youthful face which Death had not defiledBut had transfigured when he claimed his prize.Had he seen this perhaps he had not smiled.He could not see the woman as she weptTo the news two hundred miles away,Or through his very dream she would have crept.And into all his thoughts by night and day.Two hundred yards away, and, bending o'erA body in a trench, rough men proclaimSadly, that Fritz, the merry is no more.(Or shall we call him Jack? It's all the same.)
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